i should pack at some point

Personal Safety on Campus!

Because I know a lot of my followers will be leaving home and going to college soon I wanted you all to make sure that you pack something you might not of thought about, safety devices. Unfortunately we still live in a shitty world so we should protect ourselves. These are all methods I have used myself and unfortunately I have had to use all of them at some point. Hopefully you will never need to use any of these but I would rather you all be safe.

All these tips are gender neutral because anyone can be assaulted, friends. (Although we all know you’re more likely to be assaulted if you’re a woman or LGBT+ so please consider these)

There are several different ways to make yourself feels safer while walking home late at night. 

  1. I personally carry a knife with me at all times, make sure yours is legal in your state and you can carry it on campus because some campuses have restrictions on spring or size of the blade. Get familiar with it and how it feels. You don’t want the first time you use it to be the time you need it the most.
  2. Pepper spray, tasers, and alarm keychains. I’ve used this one and I recommend it if you don’t have a ton of experience with pepper spray or tasers. Pick what you’re comfortable with. The personal alarm is super easy to use and loud as fuck. Attach it to your keychain when you carry your keys.
  3. General tips
    1. No headphones when walking in low populated or dark areas alone
    2. Stay aware, walk with purpose.
    3. Lots of colleges offer FREE self defense classes, take one and bring your friends with you.
    4. If you’re on campus late at night ask someone from class to walk with you part of the way. No one will tell you “No” for this.
    5. Stay on guard even when you’re in your Uber home.
    6. Never go clubbing alone
  4. Safety apps. There are several. SafeTrek is a popular one!

These are just basic tips and you should further educate yourself on what you can do to stay safe. Just general reminders of things you should get before heading off to college. Stay safe, lovelies!

“Buried” (Chapter Six)

The guys find out who is behind this whole mess, and get ahold of Bucky. They spend an entire day together hiking through the jungle and it’s just as snarky as you think it will be. Little bit longer chapter this time, pushing 3300 words.  Let me know if you figure out what is the significance of Bucky/Steves code names/ numbers! Excited to hear what you guys think!

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Enjoy :)

Tony popped awake just as Steve was reaching out to shake him and there was an entirely too awkward moment where they just looked at each other with wide eyes.

Steve’s were just as blue as they had ever been, striking against his darker hair, and Tony thought for a moment that maybe he preferred it to the golden blonde of before. And the beard was a winner. He had always loved Steve’s smile and that clear skin but he wasn’t complaining about the beard. Not at all.

Plus the beard sort of went with how big Steve had gotten, all broad shoulders and ridiculous pecs, and thighs that made Tony want to–

Oh shit I’m staring.

Steve’s lips had curled in an amused smile as Tony was fairly obviously checking him out, and Tony finally broke the stare, looking down at Steve’s out reached hand and then standing by himself, brushing the dirt as best as he could off his pants. “You let me sleep longer than ten minutes.” He said dryly, happy to pretend that he had not been ready to start drooling over the soldier.

Steve rolled his eyes before he could help himself. “Brilliant, Tony. Very observant.”

Tony bristled a little but tried to swallow down his annoyance “Why, though? We needed to get to the river.”

“Because you needed it.” Steve said honestly. “You look tired. More tired than you should for being on vacation. I just wanted to make sure you were as rested as you could be before… before we attempt whatever it is we are attempting.”

“Yes will, I did run for my life from a helicopter yesterday. I think I’m allowed to look tired, thank you.”

“More tired than that.” Steve lifted his pack. “I mean you look like you’ve been tired for months. When was the last time you slept? I could pack things in the bags under your eyes.”

“There’s that Rogers charm.” Tony snorted. “Thanks for the compliments. Let’s just go.”

“Not gonna tell me why you’re tired?”

“I feel like it’s not your business.”

“That’s fair.” Steve took a deep breath and pointed south. “River should be no more than a few clicks that way. I ended up leaving my GPS when I grabbed my pack so I’m not entirely sure about an exact distance. Good thing is, it’s a giant river so we will definitely run right into it at some point, and can follow the current until we hit a village.”

“Lean on, fearless Captain.” Tony re-tied his boot and nodded. “Let’s find some water.”

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Young Alpha!Dean x Pack Alpha!Cas (2.6k words)

(Warnings: Dean is dubiously of age, Dean is a drama queen, Cas is a drama queen, suicidal tendencies, angst with a happy/hopeful ending)

He is barely more than a boy; maybe a few seasons into his designation and still graced with that blend of gangly and soft so pervasive to adolescence. He is an Alpha, but only by scent, and even that only barely so. His delicate features, the cold sweat clinging to his skin and those big green eyes, already filled with tears and fear, would certainly not suggest as much.

“What are you doing in my territory?” Castiel growls, dipping into a register as low and threatening as befitting of the pack Alpha, and presses him deeper down into the snow.

His Alpha voice doesn’t miss its mark: even though the boy presses his lips into a tight line and glares up at him defiantly, all of his body starts to shake like a leaf where it is pinned by Castiel and forced down onto the frozen ground. The boy swallows thickly, and for a moment, Castiel expects him to snap and snarl at him, to hurl insults his way and fight back in desperation with all that he got.

What he does instead is close his eyes for just a moment, take a deep breath and whisper, “Kill me.”

Taken aback, Castiel blinks. “What?”

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Rocket Raccoon should die in Infinity War because he left Star-Lord and yondu in that dying planet, because to me I think he should die for leaving them to die, I mean it's all rocket's fault for stealing those batteries in the first place and crashing there ship. What do you think?

That is…horrible.
Saying he “should die” as some sort of retribution would be the most narratively tone-deaf thing I could think of.
If you watch the movie, you can tell that Rocket is emotionally devastated by leaving his friends behind. He knows he has to get the rest of the crew off-planet, but he leaves Yondu all he has left: a rocket pack and an oxygen field. He only has one of each. The planet is literally falling apart and he needs to save Groot and get the ship moving to save everyone else. Yondu knows this, and he and Rocket are sympatico on this point. It breaks Rocket’s heart to essentially hand his newfound friend a death sentence, but therein lies the tragedy.
The batteries thing is just a catalyst for his emotional growth. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone did some noble self-sacrificing in Infinity War but it ain’t coming from the incredibly marketable Rocket Racoon. Nor should it. He needs to grow more, as do the rest of the Guardians.
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apfelcider  asked:

You still taking build request? I have one for you. Your mission should you choose to accept it is to build a lot based on "LoveShack" by the B-52s. ENJOY!

I tried but there are so many things I couldn’t do without cc! (like there isnt glitter on everything…. so I loosely based it on the song.

It is built in Granite falls, No cc, I own all the packs thou, A getaway cabin for lovebirds.

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Behave (M)


This is a little gift for all of you since my Yuta series is doing so well. Also my friend made me write this because she’s a Yuta slut.

Originally posted by nctaezen

Pairing: Yuta/Reader (Female)

Warnings: Sexual Content/cursing/hair pulling/hickeys/yuta the lil shit(yes he’s a warning)

Summery: Yuta doesn’t know how to behave in public, but neither do you.

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The One | Part 2

Summary: Sirius and Remus want to cheer up the reader again, inviting her to a party, where things get drunkenly complicated.

Characters involved: Reader, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans, Peter Pettigrew

A/n: GIF by @liviablackthorn - thank you for letting me use it!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | MASTERLIST

Time heals all wounds. That’s what they say. You knew it had to be true, but you also knew that it would need a lot of time, to heal yours.

One week had passed, since James asked Lily out on a date. Still, every time you saw them together - talking, skin touching, whispering sweet nothings to each other during class - you felt like a new part of your soul was cut open, the flesh still sore from the moment earlier.
It made you wonder if time could heal a wound, that’s constantly being teared up again.

You retracted yourself from the group for a while, not wanting to be exposed to their sickening aura of joy, for every minute of the day.
You usually spent your free time in the Gryffindor common room, with the boys, but you preferred staying at the Ravenclaw dorm, since the unfortunate incident had happened.
Knowing that the Marauders couldn’t be bothered to solve the riddle asked at the entrance, you felt safe there and enjoyed not getting regularly reminded of things you wouldn’t like to know.

The place you felt the best, was the library. Thousands of books to learn from, to distract yourself, by letting their stories take you to other places, waited for you to be read.
You were sitting between two aisles of bookshelves, your back to the window, so the sunlight would shine onto the pages of your newest achievement.
Letting your knee rest on the table’s edge in front of you, you turned over page after page, diligently reading its text.

A small object hitting your forehead lightly, followed by someone cursing a muffled “Shit!” caused you to flinch.
When it fell down onto your open book, you frowned and took the mysterious Snitch-sized thing, which was covered with paper. You picked it up and unwrapped it to see, that inside was a piece of chocolate. 

You couldn’t help but smile, knowing who was behind this joke, as you put the delicious treat into your mouth. When you looked up, you saw another item floating your way.

“Remus!”, you laughed, catching the second treat.

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Burned my ex a big one.

“This may seem shady, but all is fair in love and divorce” - my lawyer.

My ex cheated on me numerous times, kept saying he was divorcing me (he was in europe with the military and deployed from there to Afghanistan) and accused me of cheating all the time because I stayed in the US. I stayed because they were going to extend his tour in europe if I joined him and he b*tched that he didn’t want to stay there. He came back from his deployment and back to the US. We hadn’t talked in about 6 months at this time. So he shows up and wants to work things out. Ok….I didn’t know about the cheating yet.

A month later, I got to a routine OB appt (post natal) and find out that I have chlamydia. Knowing I hadn’t slept with anyone but him, I knew exactly where I got it. He, of course, denies it and says I cheated. Whatever, he has it too and suddenly he’s messaging all these girls on facebook to “go get checked”. So I’m 2000 miles from my family at this point and am considering how to get the hell out of this mess. My ex becomes an alcoholic and starts being abusive. The military did nothing about it, even after the MP’s arrested him 3 separate times for domestic issues - they put me in the position to have him come back home because they wouldn’t keep him in the barracks and made him pay to stay somewhere else. Unfortunately, that meant he took all the money out of the account to pay for his housing and didn’t care if the baby ate or had diapers.

I’m stuck in this shit situation, I don’t have the money to go home and start over. So I start planning on how to escape it the easiest way possible. He looks at re-enlisting - so I suggest the military base that is closest to my family. He goes for it and within a short period of time, we’re packed up and moving. I let my parents know what’s going on so they’re in the loop if I struggle and need to come home.

We no sooner get moved and he has this massive episode with the drinking, this is my opportunity that I was waiting for. He threatens to kill himself, I call the suicide hotline and they send the MP’s over - they collect him up and take him to the psych ward.

He says he’s changed and all of this and wants to come home. I keep pushing it off, and the military sends him to a rehab facility (at this point he’s a 2x loser with the substance abuse program). I packed up while he was gone. At some point while he’s gone, it dawns on him that I pushed for him to go to that particular base because it was close to home and it was an escape plan - DING DING DING, we have a winner!

So, duped him on that one. At this point, he should have learned that I’m in the planning phase of leaving him permanently and should have been a bit on guard.

I hire a lawyer to draft my divorce paperwork - I filed it myself but learned quickly that if you plan on being shady, professional help makes it easier. In the state I live in (TX) you can waiver your rights to a divorce and let the other party go uncontested - the waiver pretty much waives your rights to anything to do with the divorce and to any notice from the court about proceedings. I get the lawyer to draft up a waiver, took basically what I wanted and gave it to my ex to read. He signs the waiver without reading it, or any of the divorce paperwork after he held onto it for a week “so he could have his lawyer look over it”. I knew when he gave it back to me signed, there was no way in hell he read it or had any lawyer or paralegal read it, as nobody would be stupid enough to sign it if they had actually read and understood it. It was pretty straight forward.

I don’t say a word about it, play it off like it’s just part of the process, and immediately cautiously drove down hauled ass to the clerk to file it.

Final date comes up, of course my ex has no idea it’s even happening because the schmuck signed off his rights. I appear for court, talk to the judge for about 5 minutes, he signs it off and I go down to file it.

I drop off a copy at my ex’s work as a courtesy (his choice, I called and told him I had some paperwork for him). He completely flips his shit at work because he can’t believe that it’s finalized without him getting any say in it. Just last week he was talking about working it out and I hadn’t argued about it, yeah because I knew the final court date already, why argue?

Basically the last thing he ever said pertaining to the divorce was that he couldn’t believe what a sneaky b*tch I am.


Baby Gilbert:


“(Y/N) Gilbert is downstairs, in her pyjamas.” Tyler’s mother looked furious at the thought.

Tyler didn’t say anything, he knew you’d been feeling at odds. You had ended up chatting to him while you waited for Matt and Rosie to finish their shifts at the Grill and somehow, he hadn’t gone a day after without talking to you, not that he minded, you both liked each other.

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justgottabehonest  asked:

My Mightyena, Pulse, is very smart and has trained the neighborhood kids to give her hamburgers whenever they walk home from school, pops outta of her pokeball to ransack the kitchen, and makes habit of escaping from the yard and terrorizing the local Skitty and Purloin. Any tips to refocus all that intelligence and energy that doesn't involve me battling?

Sounds like your pup needs something to do, but it does not necessarily require battling. Some trainers will teach their guys tricks to keep them occupied. A very popular viral video shows a Delcatty that was trained to retrieve tokens hidden throughout the house and put them in a treat-dispenser, providing both snack satisfaction and mental enrichment.

The proper amount of exercise is a must. Are you walking Pulse for at least an hour and a half a day? Mightyena are distance predators, so if your Pokémon does not burn off the energy they’re made to, they will focus it on other, less desirable activities.

Mightyena are also pack animals, so Pulse may be escaping to seek company. Is your Pokémon left alone for hours a day? A daycare may be able to address that. If funding is an issue, see if there’s a neighborhood co-op you can join (most Pokémon centers and shops will have information on local situations).

Regarding the kid/Skitty/Purloin situations, Pulse may need more socialization. The local Pokémon Center should be able to point you towards some good resources.

I know a lot of this is pretty vague, but I hope it can point you in the right direction. Please keep me posted!

Different Intentions

Summary: Mick asked you to teach him how to hunt, saying he should learn it at some point. Only when the hunt goes wrong he tells you his true intentions.
Requested by Anonymous

Words: 958

Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader

Originally posted by netflixandcastiellll

Warnings: injuries, blood mention, patching someone up

A/N: Please not that I totally made the AWD up. I just figured the BMoL might have something like that if they have an AVP

You had just been preparing for another vampire hunt as you noticed Mick standing in the armory, looking at some of the weapons. You didn’t think much of it, so you just kept packing up what you needed.

When he was still standing there as you finished you just stared at him for a moment. Why was he still there?

“Mick? Are you looking for something?” you finally asked, figuring there was no other way to find out.

“Oh… I was… actually looking for you,” he answered and looked at you.

“You know I’ve been just a few feet away from you and you’ve been standing there for minutes, not doing anything,” you quirked a brow and waited for him to give you a good explanation.

“You seemed busy and I didn’t want to interrupt you,” Mick sighed a little.

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Help Me Get The Girl Part 3 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2204

Warnings: Language.

A/N: Sorry this took a bit of time to get out.  I’m dog sitting a demon dog who is trying to destroy me.

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“Okay.  Well, you got closer this time!” I encouraged Grayson as he plopped down on his bed. The shadow of defeat laid across his face, his hands working through his smooth brown hair.  “If you look at the bright side; this is the first time she didn’t completely friend zone you!  She didn’t call you friend or pal.  She just said, ‘thank you Grayson, you’re too sweet.’ I call that progress!”

It had been two weeks since we started working together to build Grayson’s courage to ask out Grace.  Two weeks of walking through different scenarios.  Two weeks of Ethan torturing Gray for his numerous fails and the proceeding to throw a fit that I spent too much time with Grayson and was forgetting about him.

“I was still shot down.  She just said it as if I was a fuckboy trying to get her number.” A groan escaped his lips as he launched his upper body backwards, hitting the mattress.

           “Grayson, you can’t make someone fall in love with you in two weeks.  It just doesn’t work like that.” My body was now next to his on the bed.

           He turned on his side to face me, “What do we do now, y/n? What do I do to make her think of me as more than a friend?”

           This whole thing was consuming him and I felt like I was running out of ideas.  We had gone through what she likes, what she dislikes, how to approach her, places she likes to go so that he could mention them.  I had managed to get them alone at perfect times!  I had done everything!  Not a day went by where we weren’t trying to get some sort of reaction out of her.  Nothing worked.

           I was starting to think that maybe this wasn’t going to work out.  Maybe Grayson was meant to remain just friends with Grace.  Either way I had to try to make it work out.  I had to hold up my end of the deal.  Since we started, Theo has had no troubles with his bullies. Each time one of them attempted to approach him, Grayson made sure that they didn’t even make it within 5 feet of him. And when Grayson isn’t there, the fear that he might show up is forever instilled in them.  They don’t even try.

           But there was one who still gave him threatening looks. One that always managed to get a bit closer to Theo than the rest.  He was the one who glared at Ethan and I the first day we saw the bullying take place. His name was Connor Eriks and he was the cause of my nightmares.  He was stronger, taller, more athletic than the rest.  He was about Grayson’s size with a sinister personality.  Each night I would dream that I was standing in the middle of the hall watching him torture Theo while my feet felt like they were cemented to the ground.  

           “Y/n!” Grayson pulled me from my thoughts.

           I jumped, my eyes flickering as I came back to reality, “Huh?” I responded breathlessly.

           “I said, what do we do next?” he repeated himself.

           That was a great question.  What were we supposed to do next?  What I wanted to do was take a break from it all.  What he wanted to do was work harder at it until he molded himself into being her ideal boyfriend.  I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t worth it to change himself for something that might not even happen.  And if it did, who’s to say that it would last?

           “How about this,” I lifted myself up, putting my weight on my arm, “Today we just take a break.  We go have fun and forget all about this Grace stuff.  Tomorrow I’m going to her house after school to hang out for a bit and I can see what information I can get out of her.  But, Grayson, I really just want to do something other than worry about this whole situation.  It’s consuming all of our free time.”

           “Okay.  I guess we can do that.  As long as you promise to talk to her about me tomorrow.” He held out his pinky.

           I hooked my pinky with his, “Promise.  Now let’s go!”

           I hopped up from the bed, moving to the door to slide my shoes on.  Grayson looked at me bewildered, unsure of what I was doing.  I gestured for him to get out of bed which he did reluctantly, but he still made no effort to move closer to me.

           “What are we doing?” he asked.

           I shrugged, “I don’t know.  But, we certainly aren’t sitting here.  Even Ethan is out doing something and you know he doesn’t do anything without at least one of us with him. That’s how boring we’ve become.”

           “One second.” He replied, walking over to his closet to grab a different pair of shoes.  “We should go on a walk in the park.”

           “Okay, grandpa.” I sarcastically replied, my eyes rolling.

           “Well, sorry! Sorry for making a suggestion!” he snapped.

           “It was a dumb suggestion.  A super dumb, boring suggestion.” I clarified.  “Let’s go on a quick hike to the pond in the forest off of the highway!  We haven’t done that in a while!”

           His eyes lit up, his frown replaced with a smile. “Now that’s what I’m talking about! Let me get my swim trunks.  You know I’m getting in the water once we get there.” He paused, “What about you?  Do we need to stop and get your suit?”

           I waved it off, “I think I’m just going to put my feet in the water.  But do you have a backpack so we can pack some waters and snacks?  A couple towels too I guess.”

           “Yeah, under my desk over there should be one.” He pointed, “Take your time because I’m changing my bottoms.  I don’t feel like changing there.”

“Just let me grab the bag and go before you do it!  Gosh!” I squealed, grabbing the bag and sprinting out of his room.

Once I got downstairs I went right to the kitchen grabbing a few water bottles from the fridge, some granola bars from the pantry, and then two apples from the counter.  By time I had gathered everything up, Grayson was at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me.

He had a backpack on also, explaining that he knew I would forget the towels so he just grabbed them for us along with his bluetooth stereo just in case we wanted to listen to some music while we were there.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Born ready.”

And with that, we were off.


We reached the pond easily.  We had walked through the forest so many times we knew how to maneuver our way through it without hitting any hiccups.  We were stood on top of the rocks that were only about 3 feet above the waterline. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Gray dropping his backpack off of his shoulders and pull his shirt off.

It was nothing I hadn’t seen before.  Sometimes I didn’t know if he and Ethan knew what shirts were.  He jumped down into the water, head dipping under, and immediately popped back up.  His hands pushed his hair out of his eyes, water dripping from his chin down onto his chest.

The pond wasn’t deep; it came up to his chest.  It was just a nice secluded area where we could get away from all of our problems.  We didn’t have to deal with classmates or the drama that came with them.  We didn’t have to listen to our parents nag about how we did nothing around the house.  We could just be alone and be ourselves.

“Come in the water, y/n.  You can’t just stand there on those rocks all day.” Grayson demanded.

“I’m not going to!  I’m going to put my feet in the water and splash water in your face!” I informed him as I kicked my shoes off, dropped the backpack and made my way down to the rocks that made it possible for me to do so.

The water was lukewarm from the sun, moving through my toes as I swished my feet back and forth.  Grayson started to move closer to me like the idiot he is, thinking that I wasn’t serious about splashing him.  Right when he came into range, I sharply lifted my feet, sending water straight into his face.  My laughs echoed through the open area as he made a face that looked like he had taken a bite of a lemon.

“Y/N!” He shouted.

“I warned you!” he tried to come closer and I did it again.


“Then stop coming closer!” I giggled.  “I know you’re going to try to pull me into the water, but I also know that you hate being splashed.”

“Then get in!  I’m not going to stop until you get in, no matter how much splashing I must endure!” he threatened.

“I don’t have a swim suit.”

“Just go in your bra and underwear.”


“It’s not a big deal.”


“I’ve seen you in a suit.  It’s really no different.” He did have a point.

I peeked down through the collar of my shirt to see that I had a simple black sports bra on.  Then my fingers pulled the band of my shorts out far enough to see that I was wearing plain black underwear also.  With both of them matching it did look pretty much like a swimsuit.

He raised his eyebrows at me, waiting for me to fulfill his request. As I stood up he started to float back further into the pond. I took off my shirt followed by my shorts.  Grayson made no effort to hide that his eyes were scanning me from top to bottom.

Lowering myself into the water I kept eye contact with him, moving closer and closer as he halted his movements.  As I was walking closer I was getting ready to throw a bunch of water into his face.  And right when I got to him, my hands started to lift up, but before I could do anything—I got a mouth full of water.  Shocked by what just happened, I tumbled backwards under the water.  I resurfaced to find Grayson’s head thrown back in laughter. As mad as I wanted to be, I couldn’t help but join him.  His laughter was too contagious.

“You thought I didn’t see what you were doing?” he chuckled.

“It was worth a try.” I said as I swam past him.

“Hey, y/n.”  I stopped and turned back to him.  “Thank you for helping me with Grace.”

I smiled, “What are friends for?  And also, you are protecting my brother so it’s the least I could do.”

“So,” he started, “Do you like anyone?  Like… do you want me to talk you up to anyone?”

“NO!” I shouted, my hands up in the air.  “No, I don’t like anyone.  Don’t do anything.” My voice deepened.

“What about Ethan?” he mocked curiosity.

“Just friends.”

“Friends who fuck?” he spat.

“Friends who fucked.  Past tense.” I tried to lighten the mood that had taken a quick dive for the worst.

“How come you’ve never had a boyfriend before or at least gone on a date?” this time I could tell that his curiosity was genuine.

I bit my lip, “No one’s asked me on a date before.”

He furrowed his brows, seeming to not believe me.  But, I was telling the truth.  I’ve had crushes here and there but nothing ever went anywhere.  I tried flirting, I tried casually bumping into each other in the hall, I tried dolling myself up more than usual.  But nothing ever happened.

“One day someone will and I hope it’s the first date that you deserve.  Whoever it is, better make it special for you.” He put his hand on my shoulder.

The warmth of his palm made me feel like my whole body was on fire.  The way his eyes bore into mine made me want them to be the first thing I saw when I woke up.  His presence was making me feel something foreign to me.  Something I couldn’t quite comprehend.  So instead of thanking him, my emotions and my heart built up their wall and went into defense mode.

“Please don’t touch me.” I said quietly, drifting away from him.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” he took a step forward.

“I just don’t want you to touch me.” I snapped.

“Did I do something wrong?” Grayson asked.

I was acting out of character and he knew this.  I wasn’t one to get mad over something so small.  Normally it took a lot for me to truly get angry, but the thing was, I wasn’t angry.  I was scared.

“No.  I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” I faked a laugh.  “Whatever. Mood swings.  What can you do?” I tried to shake it off.

“Yeah…” Gray still sounded unsure.

I clapped my hands together, “Race you to the log over there!” I changed the subject before taking off.


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birdlovesafish  asked:

May I request a Photographer Jughead and a Modeling to pay her way through college Betty fic pretty please? With Betty becoming Jug's muse?

Girls On Film: Part 1

Summary: After insulting every major supermodel in the business, world renowned fashion photographer, Jughead Jones, is paired with up-and-coming model, Betty Cooper. 

Words: 2,966

Warnings: Swearing and drinking. 

A/N: I know nothing about the modelling/photography world. Most of my knowledge comes from America’s Next Top Model. I’m really sorry this is so long. Also, I have nothing against any of the models mentioned in this story. 

Part 2 is here. This is also on AO3

I also edited this myself so prepare for errors. 

“Cara cancelled.” Veronica Lodge informed her boss Jughead Jones.

“Why?” He asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone. He looked at a variety of different lenses with his assistant photographer, Sabrina Spellmen, a tiny, blonde wannabe photographer.

“She found out you were the one shooting and pulled out.” Veronica gathered her dark brown hair into a ponytail, faking nonchalance as she waited for more questions from the world most sought after fashion photographer.

“Why would she do that?” He questioned, handing Sabrina suitcases full of equipment. “We took such beautiful pictures together.” He lied.

“She doesn’t really remember it that way.” Veronica crossed her jean clad legs, letting her foot bounce. “She remembers a large argument where you called her ‘a fucking brain dead meat sack with a pretty face’ and she told you to go fuck yourself and then you called her a cunt.” Veronica raised her eyebrows. “Do you remember that, Jug? Cause I do and apparently so does Cara and she didn’t take so kindly to it.”

He placed his clenched fists on the table. “I asked her to look wistful and I asked her if she knew what that meant and she nodded.” He turned to look at Veronica. “And instead of wistful, I got constipated. Thank god she’s beautiful and I could salvage the shoot.” He pulled on his suspenders as he walked around his bright living room. “How about instead of giving the models free clothes at the end of each shoot we hand them a fucking dictionary.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Its bullshit, they go on about my temper but does anyone say anything about their mediocrity? Just because they are hot doesn’t mean they are models. We aren’t just selling clothes, we are selling a lifestyle and if I can’t get girls who can take direction then I can’t do my job.” He untied his flannel button down from around his waist, discarding it on the bed. “I need girls with fire in their eyes.”

“Well, I’m not sure what you are getting today but I’ve heard good things.” Veronica stood up and pulled out a portfolio. She placed it on the coffee table and pushed it over to him. “She walked the runway for Dolce and Gabanna, Elie Saab and Dior last season.”

“I don’t give a shit about runway.” He snapped approaching her.

“She’s a former ballerina but she quit because she was too tall.”

“How tall?”

“Six feet and because she used to dance she’s very flexible and good with her body.” Veronica informed.  “She’s done editorial in Vogue, Elle, W and Paper Magazine.”  

“Let me see her face.”

Veronica moved out of the way and let him browse the portfolio. The first thing Jughead noticed was her body, you could tell how tall she was without scale and Veronica was right, she knew how to move and pose it. The only problem was the photographers didn’t know to photograph her properly. They made her look awkward and gangly.

He turned the page to see a shot of just her face. Her blonde hair was slicked back and she had honey running down her face, dripping off her eyelashes and mouth. She had a strong jaw line, cheekbones that most models would die for, pouty lips, and green-blue eyes that looked like that were churning in the still image.

That is what he wanted. That was fire.

“What’s her name?” He asked.

“Elizabeth Cooper,” Veronica said looking at her nails.

“And we have her?” Jughead moved away from the table and grabbed his bag.

“She is on site right now in hair and make-up, waiting for you.” Veronica packed everything up realizing they were about to leave. Sabrina was piling bags and boxes up near the door.

“This is what I’m talking about.” He pointed at the portfolio. “Finally a model I can actually work with.” He grabbed his sunglasses and slung his bag over his shoulder. “I should start calling people cunts more often, this really worked out for me.” He grinned.

“I really wish you wouldn’t.” Veronica muttered, as the three of them left his house and headed to the site.

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(also on ao3)


Levi sneers at the bowl Kenny sets before him. “This looks so bad it’s already giving me the shits.”

“Listen hear, you little cuss, you said you were hungry so I made you dinner.” It’s only defrosted and reheated leftovers of some questionable casserole the old lady downstairs made Kenny nearly a year ago, but still. It’s something. “And it looks just fine,” Kenny grumbles.

“If I eat it, I’ll probably die. Do you want to kill me?”

“Getting close.”

“…Mom would have at least made it look good.”

“Well, I’m not your ma.”

“Yeah, you’re a pile of shit, just like this food.”

“If you’re not gonna eat it, I’ll just pitch it.”

Kenny reaches out to take the bowl back. Levi makes an indignant noise and pulls the bowl closer, dips his spoon it, and shoves some of it into his mouth. He chews with a scowl on his face, staring at Kenny the whole time. He swallows loudly when he’s done.

“I’ve been poisoned,” he says before taking another bite.

Kenny snorts. Kids. He grabs a beer from the fridge and sits in the chair on the other side of the table, cracks the can open and takes a long swallow.

Out of all the jobs Kenny’s had over the years, he never thought babysitter would be one of them. There’s no one else to watch Levi, though. The dad has been M.I.A since he knocked Kuchel up. Fucking deadbeat. Kuchel herself works three jobs and is barely home. Kenny gives her credit for lasting so long on her own. She only came to him for help a few months ago, face tired, eyes desperate. And Kenny had caved. He may be an asshole, but he’s an asshole that loves his little sister.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

Kenny looks at Levi. Despite his complaints he’s already nearly done. “I’m having a sandwich in a can,” he answers.

Levi furrows his brows and frowns. “They make those?”

“Sure do.” Kenny holds up his beer and takes a sip.

“Is that all you ever have? No wonder your bathroom smells like acid after you piss.”

“You have a foul mouth for a seven year old, you know that?”

Levi shrugs, goes back to eating. Kenny drinks more beer. When Levi is done he hops off of his chair and drags it to the sink, then he climbs back up with his dishes and washes them. Levi’s just finished putting them away when the click of the doorknob turning signals the arrival of Kuchel. It’s the most excited Kenny’s seen Levi look all night  - he scampers quickly out of the kitchen yelling “Mom!” with a smile on his face - and Kenny would be lying if he said it didn’t sting a little.

He finishes off his drink and stands, follows Levi to the door and watches as Kuchel squeezes him in a tight hug, peppering his face with kisses until he starts to squirm in embarrassment.

“How was he?” Kuchel asks when Kenny walks up.

“Fine. He knows some…colorful words.”

“Course he does, he hangs out with you all the time. You swear worse than a sailor.”

“Bull fucking shit.”

Kuchel gives him an exasperated look.

“Okay, so you might have a point.”

She rolls her eyes. “Go get your stuff, baby,” she says to Levi, who nods and goes over to the small coffee table in front of the couch to start packing away his things. “You’re still okay to pick him up from school tomorrow, right?”


“Thank you.”

Kenny hums. “You should take off once in awhile. He misses you.”

“I miss him, too,” she says as she watches Levi neatly place his notebooks in his backpack one by one, “but I’m doing this for him. I want him to do better than us, Kenny.”

Kenny glances around at his sad excuse for an apartment - the peeling wallpaper, the worn-away carpet, the yellowing curtains, the window he fixed with duct-tape after a branch came through it last winter.

“Suppose the brat deserves it.”

“I’m ready,” Levi says, padding back into the room as he slings his backpack over his shoulder. He grabs Kuchel’s hand, then looks up at Kenny. “See you tomorrow, you big shit.”

“See you tomorrow, you little shit.”

“You two,” Kuchel sighs, but she has a small smile on her face.

‘’Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. … “When the snows fall and the white winds blow” - When winter comes; “The lone wolf dies but the pack survives

Quick messy sketch of our lovely Stark sisters and some random thoughts.

EDIT: some of the comments I received proved exactly what I was saying. Nice job :D. The bias is strong in some people. Had you even bothered to read any of my other posts you would have seen that I never trashed Arya…on the contrary I had shown my appreciation for the character and accepted her with the bad and the good. Do you think I would spend my time on a character I hate? I am referring to art. Do you think I would create FREE art of a character I dislike and try to portray her as good as I can (I am speaking of a solo Arya piece I previously posted). Someone said Sansa wished Arya died…well Arya wasn’t some angel either, and Sansa kind of bullied Arya (the whole horseface wasn’t very nice) who also seems a bit frustrated that Sansa got the ‘good stuff’ from their mother (hair, cheekbones, eyes etc). Do you have siblings? Kids growing up sometimes argue/fight and say mean things to each other. That doesn’t mean they mean it. How exactly do you see Arya? ‘Badass’ assassin fighter yay goddess of winter bae of doom? Well, she’s more than that just as Sansa is not beauty without brains. The people who jumped and ‘attacked’ (lol you little wolves you) seem to be the kind that worship a character and ignore its faults and instead will point every little fault of other characters. That’s what you proved in the comments. I never said I blame Arya for Lady or Micah. I was using your own logic of blaming Sansa for Ned’s execution. If one is to blame, than why the other is not? Are these situations not similar? Did any of them did what they did  to kill others on purpose? No. None of them did it to kill Ned/Micah/Lady. ‘Buuuut Sansa said/did that’/ ‘omg how dare you say a bad thing about our perfect goddess Arya’ etc. I never said anything bad, just the things that I noticed, and if you don’t like it…well I don’t fucking care. Most of the fandom is extremely biased when it comes to the Stark sisters. If pointing out the obvious means attacking a character then you have some problems. You are free to create your own art, spread the hate towards any characters  you want….because that’s how you feel. At the same time I maintain my opinion and I would like to invite you to read the books again if you think Arya and Sansa are enemies. They’re part of the same team. They learned a lot and they miss each other, Winterfell . Sansa thinks of her future children and one looks like Arya, the memory of the snowball fight scene when they play in the snow etc. It wasn’t all bad between them. Childish fights mean nothing. If I had a dollar each time someone told their sibling or parent ‘I hate you’/ ‘I wish you were dead’…I’d be rich.

Ned said it best. In winter the wolves must stick together. Another thing he noted is that Arya, like Lyanna and Brandon, has a touch of the wild wolf in her. This wilderness, according to Ned, was what put both Lyanna and Brandon into their early graves. 

 I’ve seen so much Sansa hate coming from show-only watchers (most of the time) and betting that Sansa will die this season  because  Arya is heading North and well there is not much to do for Sansa as she basically sucks according to some people. I love both Stark sisters for different reasons and IRL I share similar stuff with Arya which actually makes it easier to identify with her character. I have close to 0% in common with Sansa …and yet I still like her as a character.

 Funny enough Sansa is still blamed for a mistake she did in season 1/ book 1 while if I were to use the same logic Arya is to blame for Micah and Lady’s deaths because her actions led to that in a similar way Sansa spilling the beans to Cersei ultimately killed Ned (though that was NOT the plan, he was supposed to be sent to the Wall, but Jeoffrey did not listen to anyone and just sentenced him to death). 

Another thing is that Arya killing is constantly glamorized and  praised, while Sansa doing it makes her a monster. Saw some things being said that she could be pregnant with Ramsay’s child and that she would be a horrible person if she aborted it. There is moon tea, darlings! Sansa could have taken it constantly while being with Ramsay. There is also that wonderful fall that could have killed it…or the freezing cold and river…

Been talking to some friends and all of them said that Arya is the kind of girl they admire and her qualities make her more appealing/ attractive…which is a bit hypocritical considering that 100% of the people I’ve talked to were in relationships or married to ‘traditional women’ and not tomboys.

So lots of people think Sansa should be killed off because she is too weak and because there is place for only one Stark sister in the North XD.

But who is more inclined to hit the bucket? Someone who has learnt to keep their mouth shut and think ahead or someone who acts on impulse? Show only watchers are quick to dismiss everything that is book related, yet rely on ‘Arya’s GRRM’s wife fav character he won’t kill her’. Well…that doesn’t hold any water when the show is concerned ;) (plenty of proof in what the show did with Dorne, Jaimie’s redemption, Sansa’s rape, killing off characters that are still alive, introducing useless romances etc). If the show wants shock they would kill someone who is generally loved, not a character plenty of people deem weak. Last year I told everyone Margaery was going to die and people called me crazy XD. 

I personally think we lost too many Starks so far and those 3 that are left (Arya, Sansa, Bran) and Jon should form their pack and fight off winter. Each of them has their special skill sets. 

I was thinking of people that could actually die soon (SOME POSSIBLE SPOILERS AHEAD):

Missandei- from my point of view she becomes a ‘spare’ the moment she reaches Westeros. Daenerys has the best of the best in her council: Tyrion. She teamed with Asha and Theon, Dorne and  Olenna. She is going to meet up with Jon who has his own advisers. Missandei’s skill set becomes pretty much useless. She is a good translator and knows many languages, but in Westeros Dany doesn’t need a translator and Missandei’s knowledge of Westeros could be very limited(I don’t know for sure how much she knows…she could know nothing as Westeros is so different from the places she lived in).

Meera- according to some spoilers she heads back home after Bran reaches Castle Black. Does this mean her mission is done? Possible. I wouldn’t put it past GOT to kill her off (not after what they did last season with so many characters being killed off). She goes home to her father (you know…that guy named Howland Reed who was with Ned at the Tower of Joy). Bran already knows that stuff that Howland knows. And according to some other spoilers Gilly and Sam will find even more evidence about Jon’s parentage. Do we really need Howland/ Meera? Does it even matter anymore that Jon’s parents are who they are? He as a bastard was named KITN. Spoilers point to a romance with Dany. Last season Dany said that she would have to marry and who in the 7 kingdoms matches her own title? Who is left besides Jon? A marriage with her would make him king consort. If she dies (and I think she will die in the last season/book…but that’s another post), he ends up as king of the 7 kingdoms. No matter what…he is in a place of power. Even if he renounces his KITN title in exchange to Dany’s help against the WW (which doesn’t make sense because if she wants to rule the kingdom she must first clean it u…but this is what the spoilers state).

Together with my Tomlinshaw: 50 Reasons series, which I will continue to update regularly, I’m starting another Tomlinshaw project - Little Lion Man - combining two of my favourite things. Tomlinshaw and Harry Potter. The first chapter will be posting over the coming weeks on Archive of Our Own. In the meantime, here’s a teaser blurb and extract from the first chapter beneath the ‘read more’ cut. 

It’s his final year at Hogwarts, and Louis can’t wait to leave for good. He hates being in Gryffindor and he can’t even enjoy a smoke with the Slytherins now his best mate Zayn’s fucked off to Durmstrang. Ditched from his Saturday gig singing with the Weird Sisters in favour of a part-Veela from Beauxbatons with a penchant for floral shirts, caught in the middle of a sexuality crisis and on track for at least a couple of Trolls, Louis’ life is a mess and it’s barely even started.

Louis would be completely miserable if it wasn’t for WWN and Nick Grimshaw. The same Nick Grimshaw Louis has been listening to for years, ever since Nick’s early days on Potterwatch when he made Hufflepuff sound like the coolest house at Hogwarts and Louis was definitely too young for pirate radio. Even if Nick’s a bit of a smug twat sometimes, putting on the radio is like listening to an old friend. That is until Louis bumps into none other than Nick himself on a possibly-not-Hogwarts-authorised night out, lies about his age, throws up Firewhisky on Nick’s fancy dragon-hide boots and finally shares his most closely guarded secret.

As Louis tries to negotiate coming of age, sexuality, first times and his growing feelings for Nick, a new evil emerges which threatens to destroy the wizarding world. Peace can only last for so long and Louis is about to learn exactly how brave he can be as he finds himself fighting for his life and everything he’s ever loved.

Note: Louis is 17 at the start of this fic but he turns 18 over the Christmas holidays and will be 18 for the majority of the story. Come and talk to me about Louis and Nick in the HP universe! All asks welcome. Massive thanks to @gingertodgers​ for the initial brainstorming.

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soulmate! Seokmin (pt.2)

anon requested:  Hi! I recently got into Seventeen and woah did I slipped into the diamond life so hard ㅋㅋㅋ I really like your blog and I’m hoping for a part 2 for Seokmin’s Soulmate post. Than you so much in advance!

  • you thought you had seen it all
  • thought you could predict it all
  • working with celebrities everyday and just being all around busy as ever when filming for MBC music
  • you really thought the world wouldn’t be able to surprise you with anymore happiness
  • lol were you wrong
  • because there was Seokmin in front of you
  • your actual sunshine
  • standing in front of you, holding flowers and a plane ticket
  • pulling your suitcase
  • “Seokmin what are you doing here?”
  • you had been absolutely ecstatic knowing that MBC let you film a special of Seventeen’s Diamond Edge World Tour
  • which meant you got to travel with them at their concerts
  • and you were leaving tonight to meet them at the next stop
  • but the best part had been hearing you would be able to spend time with Seokmin
  • you had both called everyday, him generally from a different country
  • “I can’t wait until you get here and we can go on dates.”
  • “When I get there Seokmin, we can do it all.”
  • and you had felt his anticipation through your shared emotions for weeks
  • but you never expected him to meet you from the airport
  • with not only your ticket but a ticket for himself too
  • “Let’s fly together and go together”
  • he reached for your hand
  • “You’re actually flying with me? You’re actually here? I thought you were with the others.”
  • he gave you his light laughter that never failed to make your heart flutter, the smile that always lit up even the darkest of places
  • “Yep the company let me fly back here to pick you up and fly with you to the next world tour stop.” He pulled you into a hug
  • you hadn’t seen him for what had been the longest 1 month, 4 days, and 3 hours of your entire life since you last found out he was your soulmate during the last filming for show champ
  • yes you kept count
  • yep you were that girlfriend
  • hey that’s what happens when you find your soulmate, anytime spent apart felt like forever
  • seriously the time dragged on without him
  • you never really noticed how much you missed him
  • before you had seen him often on music shows
  • now of course you hadn’t seen him for a while cause of the tour
  • but he was always on your mind
  • and now he was in front of you
  • holding you in his warm embrace, an actual person, not just a face or voice through a phone
  • you hugged him tightly, sighing slightly at how comfortable it all felt
  • “We’re going to miss the flight lets go!”
  • and you both took off towards the security station to check your bags -until you both settled into the plane seats
  • him giving you the window spot so you could look out
  • you excitedly looked out the window into the night sky, the lights along the takeoff platform flashing
  • grabbing onto Seokmin’s arm tightly when the plane took off
  • and him laughing at your reaction and taking your hand in his
  • drawing little hearts on your palm while you asked about the concerts and about how he’s doing
  • “It’s tiring but I had so much fun and I’m so thankful to all our carats!”
  • or him asking about your life
  • even though you guys call everyday and talk
  • all the tiny details flew out of you as you talked about the prep for the Diamond edge special and how you selected the crew specifically
  • and as you talked about how you had filmed some carats who had seen the diamond edge in Seoul
  • you hear heavier breathing and feel Seokmin’s head fall on your shoulder
  • his hand still holding yours in his
  • his breathing slow
  • “Guess you must be tired.” You giggle
  • and you ruffle his hair a bit as he sleeps on your shoulder
  • before you fall asleep too
  • the both of you sleeping on the plane side-by-side
  • his head gently resting on your shoulder and your head resting gently on top of his
  • the flight attendant walking past the two of you thinking you’re both the cutest couple she’s ever seen
  • the whole filming process and the concerts felt like a dream
  • the two of you walking in a foreign place trying all the different foods
  • holding hands wherever you go
  • looking at all the local shops for little keepsakes to buy
  • you getting to film parts of Svt’s concerts
  • but mostly you just staring at how incredible they were at performing
  • but especially Seokmin
  • and when it was time to go home
  • you didn’t want to leave
  • didn’t want to leave the walking the streets of foreign places
  • the late night runs to the hotel’s vending machine for snacks
  • and all the giggling at the other Svt members sleeping
  • but Seokmin was going to go back with you and you would have a whole week together before he’d have to go to the next leg of the tour
  • and so in that week
  • you both tried doing it all
  • literally having all the dates
  • going for boba tea every afternoon in one of those really cool boba tea places
  • where they have board games and Jenga to play as well as popcorn chicken, waffles, ice cream, and ramen
  • stealing sips from each other’s drinks
  • “hey get your own!”
  • “yours tastes better though!”
  • “it’s the same thing Seokmin!”
  • holding hands to walk into Starbucks in the morning to buy coffee
  • taking cute selcas together even though you can’t yet post on SNS
  • “What did the company decide about the soulmates?” You say nonchalantly stirring your tea
  • “well now that everyone’s found theirs, they’re going to have to make a press conference for all of us. We have to tell the fans but they’ll understand, our carats are the best.” His eyes sparkled talking about his fans and you loved it
  • “Won’t your fans rampage, I mean since you’re super good looking and you got stuck with me as a soulmate.” You laugh
  • he grabs your hand tightly making you jump a little in surprise
  • “You’re beautiful and amazing ok? Our fans understand, after all they all have soulmates out there too.”
  • he must have felt the insecurity you felt behind your joking comment
  • but the added empathy and feeling of happiness when he told you that
  • made the both of you smile
  • “Plus you’re so pretty how could they rampage?”
  • “Mmkay Seokmin, whatever you say.” You laugh
  • you hadn’t met all the members’ soulmates then though you knew you were the last in svt
  • you and Seokmin weren’t together as long as the rest of them, but you felt impossibly happy
  • every piece seemed to click
  • and you were happy to finally get time to spend with him
  • walking along the streets to look at all the stuff for sale
  • you trying on a pair of sunglasses that makes him smile brightly at you in the way you love so much
  • “I’ll need these sunglasses if you keep blinding me with that smile Seokshine.”
  • “Stop omo, y/n.”
  • buying matching sunglasses
  • until a shop plays boom boom
  • and you both burst out laughing and he pulls your arm and starts teaching you the choreo. In. The. Middle. Of. The. Freaking. Shop.
  • pumping his chest at the chorus “boom boom” part
  • making you bend over with laughter
  • and the shop owner to come over to the both of you
  • “You guys are such a cute couple!”
  • “Thank you.” You hide a smile
  • “Do I know you from somewhere?” She asks Seokmin
  • and you both laugh
  • “I get told I look like that Dokyeom guy from Seventeen”
  • you smack his arm, dying
  • the shop lady just winks at the two of you and turns away before the both of you break into a fit of giggles
  • you both wander from shop to shop looking at stuff
  • “We should get those keychains that I promised last time.” You smile at him while linking your arm with his, a skip in your step
  • “I have a better idea”
  • he drags you into this tiny jewelry shop on a corner
  • “What the heck Seokmin?”
  • he laughs ignoring you and turns to the staff there
  • “I called earlier about my order?”
  • “Ah yes sir please wait a moment.” They go into the back room
  • “What order Lee Seokmin?!?!”
  • “You’ll see.”
  • and you watch as the employee brought out a pair of matching rings from a display case in the back
  • placing it in front of the both of you
  • as you look closer you see they’re couple rings
  • one is a crescent moon with your initials on it
  • and the other is a sun with L.S. Engraved on it
  • Seokmin lightly takes your hand and the sun ring, gently helping you put it on your ring finger
  • and he puts on the moon one with your initials
  • “Look they match and everything!”
  • he smiles at you shyly and you feel the nervousness he’s feeling
  • wondering if you’ll like it until it feels like his heart might burst
  • trying to scan your emotions for your response
  • until he feels the immense amount of happiness as you look down at the ring and start tearing up at how pretty it is
  • “Seokmin…”
  • “Do you like it?”
  • “Of course!!!!”
  • “Good because no refunds”
  • “Omg stop!”
  • “Hehe I got the hyungs to help me pick it.”
  • “When did you…?”
  • “yesterday morning when you were filming something.”
  • “It’s beautiful thank you.”
  • “not as beautiful as you.” He laughed
  • “Staaaahhhpppp!”
  • “By the way this isn’t an engagement ring no, that ring will be different.”
  • you blush, smacking his arm flustered
  • “YAH!!! You!!!”
  • “I’m just joking.” He chuckled pulling you in to hug you
  • “Don’t look at anyone else now. Even all the cute idol boys who will call you PD-nim and noona.”
  • “Yah Lee Seokmin, I’m not that old!”
  • he pulls away to look at you before placing a kiss on your cheek
  • “You’re mine though.” He says giving his signature smile
  • and you both wear the rings out as you walk
  • holding hands and talking about anything and everything
  • the sun starting to set in the evening as you walk towards the Han river
  • “Oh one more surprise!!”
  • he pulls you over to an area by the Han river
  • where there’s a picnic blanket and food packed
  • “Seokmin when did you have time for all this???”
  • “Well I’m leaving soon again for diamond edge and I wanted to make the most of our time.”
  • he pulls you down to sit next to him on the blanket
  • “there’s kimchi, kimbap, anything you want to eat.”
  • “Did you ask Mingyu for this?”
  • you giggle and unwrap some of the plastic wrap to eat
  • and you both eat the food happily while looking up at the gradually darkening sky
  • “The fireworks show should start soon.”
  • he points out toward a barge and the crowd of people sitting by the river
  • and you rest both your hands on the blanket and look up at the stars
  • and he scoots closer to sit next to you wrapping an arm around you
  • and that moment is when the first brightly colored burst of firework sets off in the sky
  • and you gasp at how pretty it all is and point up at the sky
  • leaning yourself against Seokmin’s chest
  • just enjoying the beautiful scene and the fireworks booming and exploding in the sky to the time of your rapid heart beats
  • and you turn to look up at his face
  • and you reach gently to kiss his lips when he turns to look down and meet your gaze
  • your lips meeting right as another round of fireworks goes off
  • your heart rapidly beating in your chest rivaling the sounds of the fireworks
  • and both your emotions just being a happy mess that can’t be described in words
  • as you stay there in that blissful moment
  • lips gently on each other’s with the sky lighting up in colors above you
  • until you pull away blushing snuggling up into his chest again
  • your emotions you both felt from each other explaining more in that moment than talking ever could
  • it was perfect
  • the sky was bright with reds, blues, yellows
  • fading gently

Originally posted by welltakeitslow

The Seventeen Soulmate Series

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||


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anonymous asked:

Headcannon: jikook- college maybe This one bully decides to start picking on Jimin, he starts with a few light pushes and shoves but it begins to escalate from there. But this bully seriously underestimates sweet, fluffy, little Jimin and he soon finds out as he tries to fight Jimin. The bully antagonises him but instantly regrets it when Jimin straight up decks him in the face. I know you don't like writing about violent stuff and this really doesn't have to be in graphic detail.

honestly??? i’m a little unsure if you wanted jungkook to be the bully or not LMAO. but i think it would be interesting to write him as one? i won’t make him too mean i promise lol (he won’t be the main bully, just like a sidekick bully). just kind of a dick. who becomes soft. 

+ jimin’s back hit the wall behind him hard. it was that same asshole again who was always antagonizing him. for some reason he had set his sights on jimin during the first couple days of classes and refused to give up on bullying him. jimin thought this was college, not high school. 

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Happy Stoniversary

by Loyalty2WayStreet

Summary:  Every year, Harvey and Mike indulge in a little tradition. Each year they skirt closer and closer to that invisible line. What happens when they finally cross it?  (Explicit)

Find it on AO3 here.

                                                      5+1 Things

1.  2012

Three things happen when Harvey Specter gets stoned; he loses his inhibitions, becomes very touchy feely and lastly, he gets super horny.  As a rule, he doesn’t get stoned.  But Harvey trusts Mike, and the kids Grammy just died, so he lights the damn joint and smokes up, in a show of support.

Mike has a colourful history with weed, so when he gets stoned, he still gets high, still gets horny and giggles his ass off and maybe gets a little clumsy, but because of his eidetic memory, he can mostly still function as an average human.

It’s Harvey that brings up pissing in somebody’s office, and Mike is delighted.  Stoned Harvey is life, and Mike can’t get enough of him, he thinks this might have been what Harvey was like back in college because he looks and acts so boyishly, a broad grin lighting up his face.  They come up with a plan of attack on Hardman, and Mike volunteers to down the Gatorade.

On their way to the firm, Harvey pulls and pushes Mike around like he’s a toddler, he even reaches across in the cab and fastens his seatbelt.  Mike thinks it’s weird and it must show on his face.

“What’s wrong?” Harvey asks, eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

“Nothing really, you’re just super tactile and very DIY when you’re stoned,” he answered, watching Harvey closely.

Harvey started laughing, and those four perfect creases at the corner of each eye that Mike loves, appear.

“You’re right, that’s pretty much my M.O. when I’m high,” he replied, as he reached over and ruffled Mike’s hair.

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How Close You Are [Wrench/Reader] Part 3/3

Originally posted by le-le-perv

Originally posted by strategichomelanddivision

How Close You Are:    Part 1    Part 2     Part 3

I’m SO happy that you all like my story!! Thank you so much for all the support! XD

Okay. A bit of a long chapter… [I like character development, okay. I feel like I’m looking at a naked individual when I don’t put in some semblance of a backstory or other point of view] So, longest chapter, but lots of Wrench in this one.

Warning: Gets pretty hot at some point. ;3 But not NSFW

Three Days Later

“What the fuck, guys!” Wrench cried in alarm in outrage as his fellow DedSec members, excluding Marcus dragged him away from the pile of destroyed objects in the garage, a product of his feelings regarding Y/N. As of right this moment, the “fixer” was being forcefully dragged from the pile of destruction by Sitara, Horatio, Ray, and surprisingly, Josh. “What the hell?!” Wrench struggled against his four companions, the display on his mask rapidly switching between ! _ ! and @_@. Honestly, Wrench would have fought them… but punching four of his friends didn’t seem appealing at the moment.

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